Egyptian&Nabatean

History has divided us and I have researched my family now to the point of learning more languages than anyone has ever learned. I can’t speak them, but I can. This is the story of the world versus me and the Nabatean. The world of me is the Egyptian value that lost his way in the middle of Africa—but that wasn’t me, that was them. The Nabatean.

No—the people we created between more societies than we have ever found in one idea, thirteen to be exact: the Tuareg, Ablinine, the Tormax, the Center Fielders, the Nubian Tribe, the Context of Creation of the Modern Nabatean. History and Egypt are in this story, and it begins right here in this concept of finding who we are as we develop and turn our language into something that we love ourselves.

The world is a gift within the world of finding who we are as people, and no matter what we do, the world creates what we need. This creates civilization, and in it we continue. As we reach the homestead of the people next we meet, we find that the people we need are in this moment.

The Nabatean join us and we become Nabatean, but we have another group of this name, and it is called the Premise. We are a part of them in this moment, and our language is strong in this direction.

But the Nabatean say we are them and we must follow them. It takes thousands of years to find who we are with them, and when we get there, we find the world of annoyance.

The land is rock. It is southern Jordan and the northern part of Saudi Arabia, and it is about the timing of finding what we are to this world—to find the answers to what we don’t love about our friends.

We eventually create two societies separate, and a third to nobelize a problem in our culture. The idea was to not create the ideas of sexual lust of men and boys and men—and we did. We created it because the Nabatean had no thought of it being wrong.

The story becomes a story of God and Christians and Egyptians and the Israelites and Noah and the animals of the Ark.

The story becomes God and the equivalent of hate. This is where the Egyptian becomes unloyal servants to no one but the world and the world within.

The story becomes a story of what the world can create within our world.

Visually, at this time society was pretty erroneous in the interpretation of stone carvings and writings, and it had been for most of the journey. In our knowledge, what we have left in our wake is a 100,000-year history of our journey to become who we are. We only spend most of our days planting food.

The story is that we are the first actual farmers—but we’re not. Justifiably, farming has been around for 1.5 million years.

That’s old. Older than you expect.

And that was how the world worked. We—the Premise—escaped our dungeon, our shelter, and our longing to find hope. In this moment is the creative moment that creates what we are. We find the path to North Africa.

We find the path to see North Africa, but it’s not here—it’s out there in the valley of the dune. The valley of the dune was always visited by the people known as the Premise. In this valley they came to visit the ocean and became friends with local tribes.

All these tribes are African except the Premise and the Clag, which is a different idea than where we started before the Ice Age. We were the Wolf Tribe, and in this tribe we created husbandry and light bringing.

This is where the story of God creating light in the forest begins—where we collect it to protect us in the night. Most nights were about the fire, but the nights of light-bringing were the most magical.

God himself watched over us, but God and the ideologies we put into motion here in our future are not the God we understand at that time. He is everlasting, but we are something more—to learn the need of God.

So we press on, and light bringing becomes what the Israelites call in the Wilderness the story of finding manna. Light and warmth bring the story of food to the table.

Manna is the name of fire—but it’s not. It is God-fire. Fire brought from Heaven above to protect them in the Wilderness, guided by the ideas of Moses, who was brought up in a Pharaoh’s landing.

His ideas are good, but the people here are way smarter than he justifies.

Manna becomes the Word of God that lives within us.

After years of wandering in the Wilderness, the story of God within them becomes people in the desert. Moses becomes the rock of time, bringing motion to the ideas of the normal.

God impresses his ideas into time, and the future answers him. This becomes an angel story—God in the image of everyone.

God here is our future, and in this day we are connected to time that creates us.

Angels are created. Heaven’s door opens. We emerge from time as wonders of the future.

God is never forgotten.

The chalice: the Wolf Tribe becomes Egypt and the Israelites—not as truth, but as interpretation.

God’s light guides, and people become people to find what is good.

God is our friend, and he takes us home to find the future.

It is here, somewhere in the forests of England, that our chapter changes.

Men arrive after winters of cold. The storm lasts ten thousand years.

Here is where my family realizes what we created—to help create the story of stories.

We make a song so long it becomes names, variables, and people.

This is the invention of shadows, stories, and home. The fires burn. The goats give their coats. We call our home Safe.

God makes us leave when it is time.

And here, in Wadi Rum, is the story of Genesis. I can feel it.